Chapter 110 The soon-to-be-divorced couple

“It's her ex-boyfriend, when the marriage was also in order to let that

man die so agreed."

Carter leaned on the sofa and took another sip of wine, thinking about

it, he felt a heart bored.

She said she had nothing to do with that man, and even said she had

forgotten him and would never go back.

If it's really because of Eileen, then why didn't she mind at all from the

beginning?

So that's just her excuse.

Carter's mood was as gloomy as an ancient tam immersed in a

thousand years, and his words were filled with displeasure: "Everything

she shows is just an excuse for her to want to go back to that man."

Rex asked, "Have you seen that man?"

"No."

He doesn't want to see it, ever.

Rex added, "How about finding out who this ex-boyfriend really is? How

can he be worthy of a beautiful woman like Camille for so many years?"

His cold eyes swept over Rex, his eyes revealing a very obvious

displeasure.

Rex explained: "I just wanted to express Camille's excellence, and did

not have any intention to spy on her beauty, as for checking out this ex-

boyfriend just to see what kind of person the other party is? I was

worried that Camille would fall for it, and generally the more beautiful

and outstanding the girl's vision is, the less good it is.”

Carter didn't have a sound, retracted his light eyes picked up his glass

and took another sip.

Just for some reason, listening to Rex say that generally the more

beautiful and excellent the girl's vision is the less good, his heart

crossed an inexplicable beat.

He sulked for a long time without speaking again, as to whether to

check he did not promise or refuse.

He felt a growing dissatisfaction with Camille, who had become a bore,

and he believed that Camille was deliberately seeking to challenge his

patience.

Rex also noticed that he had been drinking and thought he would just

drink enough, so he kept pouring for him as well.

The two of them drank until almost zero, Carter already felt a little dizzy,

but Rex did not drink a few glasses and still sober.

Rex took advantage of Carter's drunkenness and asked, "Do you really

like Eileen?"

"Does it matter if you like it or not?"

"If you don't like it, why do you keep it around? Because it took her a

year to recover from the injuries she sustained on your behalf? You

indulged her to stay by your side because you were grateful?"

Carter said lightly, “There are some things that can't be said in three or

two sentences."

Rex frowned, some serious words: "Carter, listen to my advice, if you

still want to maintain this marriage with Camille and do not want

Camille divorce have any second thoughts with Eileen completely

distance it, as for Eileen you worry about guilt, use money and fame to

make up for her, but the premise is still clean. If you love Eileen, then

do not continue to drag Camille not to let go, each good together and

good to everyone, is not the best of both worlds?"

Carter was silent again.

After that Rex also did not say anything, after all, analysis of other

people's affairs is a spectator, but when it comes to their own turn is

deeply involved.

I don't know how long it took, but when Rex thought he wouldn't

respond, a low, dull man's voice slowly rang out, "How can it be that

easy to have the best of both worlds and be at peace with each other?"

Carter had too much to drink and was finally helped to the car by Rex

and the club's bouncer.

He lay in the back seat with his eyes closed without any movement,

Rex sat on the passenger side and looked back, waiting for the driver

to come over before he faintly said, "Be a brother to help you out, don't

say I don't think about you."

Then only to the driver said an address.

After a half-hour drive, the car stopped steadily under an apartment

building.

It's past zero in the hospital, and everywhere is quiet.

Rex and the driver helped Carter out of the car, and then helped him

walk slowly into the elevator.

Carter was dizzy, and he said in a raspy voice, “This is not Hanyama

Manson."

Rex laughed lightly, "Are you going back to Hanyama Manson to be

alone?"

Carter frowned slightly and said faintly, "What do you care about me?"

"Okay, I don't care about you, so I'll send you back?" Rex pressed the

elevator, then pulled him into the elevator with him, he had checked the

floor and door number on the way here.

18th floor, 101.

Half a minute later, the elevator door opened, Rex assisted Carter to

the door, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell, then looked at

Carter and said, "Is there a destiny depending on whether people open

the door or not?"

The words fell, and the door was opened.

Four eyes locked, the sleepy woman's eyes widened as she stared at

the two men in front of her.

Rex was the first to speak up, "Camille, I'm sorry to bother you so late,

Carter was drunk and kept clamoring for you, so I had no choice but to

send him to you."

Carter leaned on his shoulder, not making any noise, not reacting.

Camille frowned, "We're living separately now, and he didn't tell you?"

Probably hearing the woman's voice, Carter also subconsciously

opened his dark eyes to stare at her.

Rex's eyes rolled and he said lightly, "Camille, it's so late and I'm tired,

let him go back on his own tomorrow, why don't we just stay at your

place for the night tonight?"

After saying that, also did not wait for Camille to answer or not to

directly board the door and enter.

Camille was subconsciously dodging aside, for fear of touching the

baby in her belly, and she was also raising her hand to gently protect it.

Rex put Carter on the couch as fast as he could, and then the man just

laid down and didn't look like he was faking it.

Rex said, "Camille, then I'll trouble you, I'll leave you to rest.”

"You ....." Camille's words were still in her mouth before Rex went

straight out and left, not forgetting to take the initiative to close the door

at the end.

Camille looked down at the man lying on the sofa and she spoke lightly,

"Carter, are you asleep?"

The man's low, muffled voice faded: "Hmm?"

Camille walked over and she half-crouched down and whispered, "I'll

have Kian come and pick you up, okay?"

It's not convenient for her here either. Although they are a couple, they

are also about to be divorced.

Some things should not be changed since you have already made up

your mind.

If his presence disturbed her heart, she would really be afraid that it

would falter.

She couldn't control her emotions and determination at the thought that

if she didn't get a divorce, her child would call her mother Eileen after

birth.

After her words, Carter did not make a sound, Camille reached straight

to his jacket pocket to feel for his cell phone, which had no lock to open

directly, and she found Kian's phone and dialed it.

Even though it was already this late, Kian answered quickly.

Camille said, "Kian? It's Camille, can you come over to my apartment

right now? Come and pick up Carter from Hanyama Manson, he's had

too much to drink ......"

The words just finished, the phone in his hand has been directly taken

away by the man, only to hear him indifferently low growl: "Get out.”

Then the phone was smashed right out of him.

Camille wrinkled her brow and looked at him with displeasure, "What

are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

He was half lying on the sofa, slightly squinting his eyes, a face of

drunkenness, and a and strong smell of alcohol emanating from his

nostrils.